Yes I remembered
I entered in the cocoon of that dark hollowness

To runaway from the noises
Inside and outside

All was what
Like mind arrest

Nothing was visible
Nothing was feasible

Only a vaccum
Neither could I hear
Nor could I speak

An unending weeping
Which made me creeping

I saw you tapping
I saw your lip sync
I saw your signs of calling

You kept on waiting
Till I started responding

My cocoon was not broken forcefully
You allowed me to come out peacefully

See dear
Now I am not crawling like pupa
I am ready to take out nectar
I am converted into a butterfly of nature

That I know
You were student
I was teacher
In the same school
On the same way

I was math teacher
Teaching in higher classes
You were a cute kid in primary classes

I may not remember all
But I must went in your classes
As a substitute teacher

Must had not seen in your eyes
But must went through the scent of your persona

Many incidents teachers pass through
But these are the students who could recall those stories
they went through

The seeds of your cuteness
Left impression in that invisible world of existence

Almost after twenty five years
Fine roots of those personalities get entangled
To complete the circle of timeless time

That I remembered in a crystal clear way
How did you call me "ma"
respectfully
In those few conversations

I proud to see you
Wearing a crown
Embedded with diamonds
Of many successes

Thank you for calling
Math teacher of your school

You are very polite
As light as feathers

You have ability to bear
As deep as maire

You hold happiness and sorrow with same reaction

Keep on working with same passion

You believe in spirituality
This shows your modality

Standing on the edge of mountains
In those beautiful valleys

Tried to test echo
Which was studied in science classes

I called
Keep on smiling
Eco was heard in broader wedge

I called for happiness
Happiness was spread in surroundings

I called loudly
Love me
Love was sent back
From every electron of those valleys

Try all these beautiful words
In the valley of universe

All echoes will reach in your soul
With high frequency

This is my way to express my emotions
It is the way I have learnt from my childhood

How can I know
What is happening inside you?

Either you come on my side
Or you allow me to come your side

O my dear friend
Don't cry
I am here to hold your hand

Don't fear
I am here to give you ear

Don't go into the cocoon of
hollowness
See I am here to take you out

I don't want
Let my tears dry
Not for cry
To let love flow and spread easily

Most beautiful gift
"ma"
In head, heart and soul

ma
Smiles to see you smiling
Feels light to see you laughing
Love to see you playing
Croons to see you singing
Sending
Unending blessings

My exam was over

I revised it three times
I made it sure
No question was left unanswered

Still so much time was left
Few pages in my answer sheet were blank

I wrote one poem
I drew Tom and Jerry
I made few colourful patterns

Time was over
I submitted my sheet joyfully

When I was returned my answer sheet
I got cross on them
Many signs of question marks with red pen

I got above average marks
I showed my creative art

But I got unpleasant remark
"Should not I get reward?

Drawing teacher
Gave human figure to draw
On a sheet in artistic way

Many creative figures of arts were displayed

In between a sheet was found
A human figure was drawn
in a clumsy way

Drawing teacher asked annoyingly
"This is what I taught?
I taught you to draw so many human figures neatly.

What is this? "

Child answered innocently

"My grand father is lying on the bed
I am sleeping peacefully on his chest"

Teacher became unanswered

Wrote a remark
Most artistic human figure I have seen"

A girl from class third
Went to the washroom

Came back running
The face was red
Sweat drops were dripping

I asked
"What had happened to your face? "

She answered
"Sun rays have done makeup"

Age is not your boundry
Age is not the limit for your success

Age can't stop you for discovery
Age can't stop your artery
to play sport of archery

As you are home for
Age less soul till infinity

Daughters are divine energies
Don't disturb
They are at work
24×7

White flowers reflects the calmness of moon

White flowers symbolises the blessings of Lord Ganesha

White flowers shows the truthfulness of Nandi

White flowers are bliss of Ma Ganga

White flowers offers divinity of Goddess Gauri

White flowers offers spirituality for Lord Shiva

Most uncovered is cover of my soul
Less discovered is my mind
Least researched is my heart

Taking life as it comes to me
In this unending race of short life

I visited my mother
She was not well

Her eyes sent me
Strong vibrations of love

I hugged her
Brought too close

She whispered
"I am well
Don't get so worried
I am waiting for a call
I know I will sleep peacefully"

Next early morning
She woke me up in hurry
Opened her sacred book
It was enveloped in cover

Took out few notes
Kept in my hand

I denied by saying
"I am earning more than enough"

Her eyes rolled down few tears
She tried to hide and was saying
"Daughter has mother home till she is live

No one gives so affectionately as I
No one loves so dearly as I
No one waits so eagerly as I"

Kaleidoscope makes
Beautiful and unimaginative structures

Children play joyfully and show to their friends

They see in light
They try in dark

I made my kaleidoscope
With broken bangles

They displayed unique patterns
Which always fascinated
and captured

I took out those broken  bangles
To take out few stunning art of angles

But I couldn't find any art
It was an empty part

Those were only reflections of broken bangles
Which were creating amazing patterns

Same as broken heart is more imaginative and creative
In the kaleidoscope of life

These are broken bangles and broken hearts

Which creates a piece of art

I am here
In this world of poets
From last few days

I tried to write
Tried to show my skills
Some liked
Some loved
Some commented

It gave me boost to write
Motivated to make it right

I read their poems
I tried to find their depth

They had large viewership
They got trended
They got number of comments

Their philosophy is high
Difficult to measure their sky

They have depth in intension
No need to mention
It is already on  HP

I got afraid
I am not writing in their way
They are good writers
They are great poets and poetesses

Where is my place?
Will I have my face?

Inner voice replied
You get a ship to sail
You get wings to fly

No need to measure the height of their sky
No need to measure the depth of their ocean

You just enjoy your flying
You keep on sailing

When you get tired
Sit on the mast of your ship

Enjoy their writings
Enjoy their poems

Keep on sailing on your ship

A girl student at age 15
Gave me a child look and
Asked

"Mam
Can I marry a boy in twenty?

Will it be a sin?

Will I do a wrong thing?

Should I say yes to him? "

Looked to me in doubt and fear

I tapped her back
Held her hand softly
Took her for a stroll

I told her
"This is not right time
First complete your studies
Get a good job
Till then tell him to wait if he loves you"

Otherwise you will waste your time
You will spoil your future.

I lost my father recently
So you might have approached me in empathy

You showed your concern and care

Loneliness is created in me due to this great loss

Must have made me think like this
You love me

Is it my mistake?

Don't judge people
By listening from others

Don't spread rumour
If someone is passing in your ear

Be a good listener
When other is in fright

Be a good motivator
If one is looking towards your eyes

Hold someone's hand
When there is emotional breakdown.

Embrace someone
When one needs love and care

Namibia and Zimbabwe government
Took strange decision for food supplement

They decided to cull elephants
For their betterment

They want to feed their hungry people
To make wild life *******

Wild life need protection
Where is love and affection?

It is friction between man and animal
They think they are fantastical

Situation is alarming
We are destroying our food chain rapidly

Global warming is increasing
Ozone layer is depleting

This is going unending
What if no wild animal  is left?

Man will eat man
Man will become maneater
Then starts a reverse food reaction

He was taking out petrol
From his scooter tank
In a transparent small bottle blank

He asked a person seems to his boss
Standing near the cross
In white collar dross

"I filled 3/4 bottle
Would you please allow me
to fill rest from your car"

He shouted
"You poor
How can you dare?
Am I getting free petrol from office mare "

I looked at him
He left the place

I asked him
"Why do you need petrol"

He answered
"Grass is tall
I need to fill in grass cutting machine

Office will take time to sanction
Children will play in ground
After the school is over

There is fear of insect or snake bite
I want to finish work today
So that they can play  
In peaceful way"

I forced to think
Who is rich

A white collar man in his glossy dress
Or
A man in old torn stinking dress

Rakhi
Festival of brother and sister
It honours the bond between siblings

When sisters tie beautiful
Sacred threads on her brother's wrist with lot of good wishes

Today both brother and sister
Ready for this fervour

She tied rakhi and asked for gift

He picked another beautiful thread
Fixed on her wrist

We both will take care of each other
Care when in need
Will support indeed
Protect each other from all problems

I promise you
I will be honest on my part

One and one will become eleven
If you stand parallel to me

You are not timid and weak
You are as strong as me

I take you to gym
To teach you safety skills

I teach you math
To make your calculations strong

I teach you English
To give wings of expression

I teach you science
To understand  the chemistry of life

I teach you bio
To understand the function of Xylem and Phloem
To train
which emotions you have to send in Xylem
Which in phloem

Come my dear sister
Stand with me
We together will nurture
Our family

As I stepped out of my house
A kitten was crying fiercely

Frightened and scared
Calling it's mother loudly

Making so much noise
Displaying defensive postures
Situation was really horrifying

A dog was trying to pound
To make kitten in  its bound

Suddenly I saw
A female monkey jumped from tree
Standing in front of predator

In spurr of moment
She picked up kitten

Climbed up tree
Embraced it in her lap
Holding  near her chest
Soothing and comforting

It was breathtaking

Motherly love in her
Played a great role

Role model for us
Who were standing around
Few were watching
Few were busy in making reel.

Crossing from road
Tyndall effect is seen

Morning sunlight is entering into the jungle of trees
Falling on grassland
Full of dew drops

Making them shining
Making them glittering

Shining like small diamonds on a sheet

As if night sky full of stars at night in dawn
Comes on earth in green colour
With all its twinkling stars

Two peacocks are on morning walk
A cow is licking her calf

Birds are chirping
Sounding melodious
Few birds are flying low
Catching the insects lying below

All this makes a scenic beauty

Sometime when you are free
Sit alone under  tree

Create a Tyndall effect for your self
Then you can see clearly
Dust and smoke particles
Inside moving freely

When whirlpool of thoughts cease
Ocean of your persona is like peaceful sea
Aura of persona creates magnetic attraction

When tornedo for all cries quit
Then cool air falls
Thoughts now give no trouble

Cool breeze from your ocean
Starts blowing from you  to others

This is the process of making a sant in you.

At your work place
At your home
Keep yourself ready
For relay race

Baton is given
Start your mission

Not to bother
Previous is slower

Not to worry
Who will be winner
Become a flight responder

Life is a relay race
Put all your efforts
At your best pace

Many races of life have been won
Many races of life have been lost
By the quality of baton to  post

Raise yourself from the clouds of problems
Raise yourself from the clouds of sadness

Take out yourself from the hollowness of inferiority

Don't let these emotions you to swallow
Which keeps you hurting
Which keeps you bleeding
Which keeps you crying

Come on
Look towards sky
Rays of hope are smiling

It is umbrella
Off white shining from outside
Colourful from inside

Having beautiful handle
Easy to hold
Easy to carry

When will be opened
Protect from rain of pain
Protect you from hot sun rays of strain

It is there to keep you cool
Keeps you fresh and ready to move

It covers you and other
who is near

Its  umbrella of love

Wonderful to see
An old man
Swinging and singing
Must be reviving
His childhood days
Let not get your childhood
Go away.

When I enter in school
A huge big  Peepal tree
Seems to welcome

Welcome by waving
its leaves which are shining

By reflecting the morning light
From perfect smooth height

It will be great!
If angle of incidence becomes
Equal to angle of reflection in LIFE

Exam was over
A boy from junior class
Asked
"Are exams invented by
Mr. Revision? "

Before I could answer
"I will go in past and **** him"
And ran away
As his bus driver was calling loudly

A big question in mind
Should not our education system kind?

I met
An auto driver in metro city Delhi
He drove me to sister's house

He was light hearted
Smiling and talking lightly

In between
He kept on giving suggestion
Way to reduce pollution
Pollution of air
Pollution of water
Pollution of mind

I started taking interest
As it was a long jam

I couldn't hurry
No use of worry
Had to withstand
Hot waves and hot conversations of jam

I asked him about his family

He answered
He had three daughters
Proudly told me

They were going to school
I wanted them to stand their own

I asked another question
"Do you live here with your wife"

He told me
"I am never married"

It could not stop me asking another question
"But how do you have three daughters? "

He showed me his both amputated legs

His family met a major accident
His brother and wife died
Left their three daughters behind

My legs were cut
To keep my life must

After I recovered from
that drastic change
I found three daughters were sent to orphanage

I cried a lot for them

I decided
"I will beg but
I will bring them back"

I changed their diapers
I cooked their food
I sent them to school

"I am happy
I am blessed with three daughters

Now they are grown up
They cook food for me
Whatever I earn till evening
They welcome me with silver smiling"

I thought
"We are so called educated
Lost ourselves in mad race
Definately in rat race"

One morning
My son asked me
"Mummy would you like to drive bullet "

I looked at him surprisingly
What a question?

"Are you kidding? "
Making fun of me

No mom
"I am sure"

"Who will teach me? "
He answered"I"

But how?

Same as you did in my childhood
You held my cycle
Never let me tumble
Kept on running
No matter huffing
Till I told  you to stop

"Today
I will hold motor cycle
Sitting behind you
You will drive
You will enjoy

Come hold my hand
Don't get afraid
I am strong
I will not let you fall"

He was looking at me in doubt
I was quiet and feeling proud

Kids came back from school
I was late in cooking food

Swiftly
I washed grapes
Served to my children sitting on bed

I switched on TV
As they enjoy Tom and Jerry

Sharing grapes and making fun

Soon my son realised
Someone strange sitting next to them

Sharing grapes and watching TV

Both became statue
Fear and tear in eyes

On the verge to cry
Could not understood what to try

I whispered
Leave room slowly
Leave room quietly

Both were holding me tightly

I took a sigh of relief
To see my children safe

It was huge male monkey
An uninvited guest!

We destroyed their jungle
Which made their life mingle

It made their life miserable
Can't we make it reversible?

Exam! Exam! Exam!
There is pin drop silence!

Some are tensed and some are worried

School children think
Life will be pink

When school is over
Then life will hover

Collegiate thinks when course is over
Life will be broader

Exams will be over!

Job seeker thinks
When competative exam is clear
Every thing is merrier

Exams will be over!

Now toughest exam of life start
It is not only your part
It makes you cart

Whom to merry
Whom to carry

This exam is like three legged race

You cannot run, fear to fall
You cannot stop, fear to lost

Life goes on, Exams goes on
No end! No full stop!

If you clear exam of marriage
No need to merry

Most fearful exam
Your children's exam

They keeps you on toes
They make you froze
Life goes on

If you pass through it
Children will take your exam

How will you bring up their children?
Otherwise they will make you villian

How will you help them to make merry?
Give them money to eat cherry

For whom you will make will?
Otherwise all waste your skills

If you pass their exam it's fine
Otherwise time will bend your spine

Life goes on! Exams carry on!
Life goes on! Life scaring on!

Last exam of life
You may loose your spouse
You may have to live in lonely house

No exam on death bed
No exam can you dread
No worries for bread

No exam in grave yard
No question will bombard

No exam in cremation ground
No wish to be crowned

Exams Full Stop!

Stop sitting on table
Where they fabricate fable

They speak evil about others
First they talk like brothers

When you get up
Next moment they break up

Then they make you their topic
Start making your persona toxic

Good morning sir
Thank you for morning flowers every day

Without forgetting a single day

What it might be
Happiness or sadness
Good day Or bad day
Meeting or parting

Send your wishes gladly
This is your own way

To keep everyone standing
And make everyone smiling

I was climbing in hurry
As I was in worry

I was on the gate of Cardio department
Few steps away from heart land

My father in law was in pain
I want no time to go vain

In the middle of gate
Met an innocent girl with her mate

Must underwent a surgery
Singing a poem from nursery

She was blowing off soap bubbles
She had no sign of trouble

I looked at her
She smiled at me

As if saying
"Blow off your worries
Do same as I do"

He was sitting on wheel chair
He was with his heir

On the way to become a skeleton
With very low Keratin

Looking here and there with dim eyes
Holding his chair tight

His son was standing at back
Giving him soft tap

His grandson was standing behind his father's back

It gave a sight
"This is how a life cycle rise"

Grand father knows
His end is near
But he has no fear

He prepared his will
Taught me few skills

When I die
Don't cry
Take me to PGI

Donate my body
My liver is right
My kidneys are bright
My eyes have sight

Don't waste time
If organs not chime

Still it will be good for research
How this old man go for long life search

When they return my body
Take me for electric cremation

I don't want to cut down any tree
To make my body free

Yes, I am rejected
I am a picture which doesn't fit in their frame

Sometime people in merit are not to be selected

This is what I was told

May be having 30 years of experience
And over all incharge of many events

But
You are not as smart as your junior

Might be having very good interpersonal relationships
With students and parents

Might have spent 30 years with full dedication

What can we do if you are a silent worker?

Indeed you are strong pillar of our school
Still we can't select you as principal

SORRY

A small neem plant was grown
by an old man in his late eighties
Outside the boundry wall of his house

He looked after  it everyday
He grew some cactus for its safety

Neem plant was growing into a tree
Old man was becoming more elderly

Old man took few leaves every day
To keep himself fit

After few more years
Old man was unable to come down
From first floor to ground floor

One day I saw old man was talking to tree
"Now you are too strong
But I am too weak to walk"

I saw neem tree grew in more height
It increased its branches to reach the railing of old man's house

To my surprise one day
Old man was plucking the leaves
From first floor of his house

Neem tree was showing its gratitude
By offering its leaves to its saviour.

If I were a time traveller
I would not go to correct the mistakes I did

I can do it without being discoverer
Not required to be a time traveller

No one can change the past
But can change the future
By not repeating the same error

If you believe in God
There is no question to be stuck
Between the people who don't want to see you ahead

See yourself carefully
You are in hands of God

You only are watching
The footprints in rear mirror

Mistaken those footprints of people
Who wants you to keep behind

But these are footprints of God
Who came running to embrace you in your time of need

You become fire ball in anger
Which gives pains and burns
Feel like ferns

You forget and come again
To feel sorry you did
With wet eyes indeed

But the person who went through all pains and burns

Will not be in a position to hear
To see in your eyes to give ears

I was standing near the school gate
On afternoon duty in tired state

After the school was over
Group of three girls came near

Very young of nearly 10 years age

Laughing and giggling
Shining and smiling

Faces of them were glowing
Like the fresh dew drops in the morning

Their innocence made me attracted

I went near to them to take some fresh air

I asked with interest
"Girls what is going on
Give me also some drops from your happiness"

One answered
'Today is her birthday'

Her father promised her
"He will arrange a nice party for his nanhi pari"

She surprisingly told me
"My father also call me his pari"

B'day girl hold my hand
softly with her both hands

Mam "May I ask you one question? "
Yes, please

"Are you also pari to your father? "

I astonished, could not reply
Tears  rolled down from my eyes.

Yes, definately
Girls are fairies with invisible magic wand